The Wistful Petal

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2026-08-18 22:54:44 -

The Wistful Petal

I am the last one left. The door was locked. From the inside. I checked it. Twice. Three times. It would not open. The wood was warm. Not from the sun. There was no sun here. Only the hum. A low, steady vibration. It lived in the walls. It lived in the floor. It lived in my teeth. I stood in the center of the room. The room was small. Square. White. There were no windows. There were no lamps....

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